Of Dreams and Vampires

Dreams, dreams. What is it about dreams that fascinate us? Is it the lingering fantasies, just out of reach? Is it the secret longing of something that you want? Or is it something that you dread happening? No one can answer these questions, really, not even from a book that claims to be a ‘dream book.’

That night, she dreamed of him. The lights illuminated around him, made his movements seem liquid. All around him dissolved in the neon lights. All she saw was the silvery movements of his dancing, his spectacular movements, his expression of the music he heard.

When she awoke, every time she shut her eyes, she would see this shadowed figure dancing, throwing around neon lights from spindly fingertips, hair in shadows flying around like a halo as his movements ran into each other, seemingly fluid and flawless.

All she saw was his eyes. The gentle auburn red of his eyes, fiercely concentrating burned through her mind. All she could see in the shadows was the gems that were the window to his soul. He could have had wings, she mused one night after awaking. Was he some kind of dark angel sent down to love me? She thought on this, a lot.

Sometimes, you could catch her daydreaming of this figure, dancing fluidly inside her mind’s eye, with this silly little grin on her face, like she was lost in her own world. Soon she forgot friends, dates, family, everything, even school, in the thought of this man dancing into her fantasies. She was so consumed y this strange night dancer, and she knew she must know what it meant.

So one day, she looked in a dream book. Nothing interesting was to be found there of course. She looked and looked, but only strange, awkward interpretations came to her aid. She despaired.

One night, late in the library, she’d fallen asleep against one of the dream books she’d been looking through, and her head was propped against it, her fair hair spilling over the pages…

And once again, she began to dream, seeing his smiling face for once. It had a jester effect to it, his eyes fierce as he stopped his dancing, the music, the heartbeats, the background synthesizers stopped. She saw his face. It was long, gaunt, pale, his mouth contorted into a joking grin; plump cherry red lips torn into a jester smile. His teeth seemed sharp enough, jagged in their own ways. The lights disappeared, and he was suddenly bathed in some strange spotlight.

He began walking toward her, his step even and fluid, like his dancing, his hand reaching out to touch her face. She was sitting at a small table, like the ones you would find in a bar, her blue eyes set in rapture, sparkling like sapphires that had just seen the sun. You could tell she loved him then, and wanted him to touch her…

But you see; a soft touch awakened her, on her shoulder. She shook awoke, looking blearily up into a face, long red orange hair framing it, eyes sparkling. It was too dim in the place to tell the color.

‘Let me take you home,’ came a voice. It slid over her ears, flowing out of the mouth like caramel, his skin soft and supple, his emotion gentle and caring… compassionate as he took her hand, leading her out of the library. His movements were graceful, and she couldn’t help but wonder.

‘What were you doing there?’ she couldn’t help but ask. Her voice seemed to break as she asked. He looked back at her and a small smile tugged at his lips…not like the jester smile the dream guy was giving her. She smiled sadly.

‘I was looking for you, silly…by the way, what were YOU doing there?’ he said, his voice calm and gentle as he stopped and walked closer to her. She felt as if she knew him, and he knew her. But they’d never met; they’d never even seen each other. She shivered and gave a sheepish smile.

‘I was looking in dream books, to see what this dream I keep having means,’ she said in a soft, almost shy voice, biting her lip. She could feel a warm hand upon her cheek, almost surreal, and she looked up at him.

‘And what did you find?’ His voice sounded sincere and curious, as if he wanted to know so badly. She looked into his eyes, which were still dim and dark, lingering in the moody pre-dawn light.

‘Nothing.’ Her voice sounded almost dejected, and it seemed he gave an inevitable smirk. She tilted her head. ‘What was that for?’ He merely shook his head, stepping closer. It was almost morning, and he looked at the dawn sky, his eyes terrified. She could see, they were the same, fiery auburn that they had been in her dream.

‘Nothing, my love…’ he said in almost an inaudible whisper, bringing himself closer to her, laying a passionate kiss upon her quivering lips. She fell into it, melting against him. Her arms slid around his neck, and his around her waist.

The first rays of sunshine were about to hit the mountains, and he pulled away from the passionate kiss, staring at the prismatic colors of the horizon with a fear no one could decode. She touched his face, and he looked at her, moving closer, whispering in her ear.

‘I’ll meet you tonight in the whispers when no one’s around…meet me tonight at the warehouse,’ and then in an instant, his hands were no longer upon her, and she seemed to ache for him, as he disappeared.

She went the next day with little sleep, even though she fell asleep in three of her college classes, which she would pay for dearly. She awoke when the bell rang for last class to be over, and she ran out of the room, before her professor could scold her for sleeping.

She paced all day, waiting for the sun to go down. She’d look out the window, seeing the sun still merrily shining on the city around her. She gave a sigh and laid her head in the palm of her hand, her nails tapping at her forehead, waiting for that moment that the sun was down.

Finally, she just couldn’t take the wait. She grabbed a jacket and ran all the way across town, to the warehouse. By then the sun had gone down, and the first fingers of twilight were touching and caressing the sky.

She looked around anxiously, waiting. She could finally feel the fingers slipping about her waist, pulling her close to a body. She looked behind her and smiled. His face was white and gaunt, the jester smile still and stone like on his face. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned around in his arms, throwing her arms around his neck.

‘It is you,’ her voice was breathless as his pale fingers began to rake through her hair. He tilted her head up to look at him, and the passionate kisses began. After many moments, he pressed her body against the wall of the warehouse, his hands roaming her body gently.

After that all she remembered was the oneness of being with him, and the sheer bliss she felt of him. His touch was warm and gentle, his hands roaming her body, he loving her like she needed him to.

After, she felt his wings around her naked body, his hands caressing her face gently, placing dark and sinful kisses upon her lips…and in a moment, all she felt was searing pain in her neck, and blood sliding down her neck. Then she felt blood caressing her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth and let it all slip in…

The next night…all she knew…was everything. She knew love, and hate, and blood thirst, and she knew she would be beside her dark angel always now…for they were bound by blood, by love…and by everything any immortal could be bonded by. They were a perfect killing, loving couple.

When you go through this, you’ll never grow old, you’ll never die. But you must feed. Party all night, sleep all day, and become a creature of the night…but you must drink the blood of others. You must become a cold-blooded killer with a heart of gold and a taste of a party.